Bathroom Stall Saint

My good deed of the day was rescuing a little old lady from the bathroom stall. Weird? Yes. Blog worthy? Most definitely.

I was visiting the stinky bathroom down the hall from my office today at work (it usually smells like an outhouse one would find in a campground....sick, I know). Of course I was in a hurry to get to my waiting client and both of the stalls were taken. The handicapped stall was locked and I could see feet near the front of the other stall. I figured the person was just finishing up so I decided to wait. (Listening to someone's problems for 50 minutes while having to pee is never a good idea).

The person in the handicap stall comes out and so I go in and being the nosey person I am, was checking out the person's feet under the stall 'cuz they were still in there. They were now pointing perpendicularly to the toilet so I had no idea what they were doing in there. No flushing was happening, no puking, maybe crying? I hear them rattle the door a little bit, but still no voice or anything.

I make my way out of my stall and am washing my hands while debating if I should talk to the person or just hussle off to my client. I've been trying to listen to my intuition more these days and something was telling me to check on the person so I go and ask the person if they are alright.

She said that she was and was ready to come out, but didn't know how. I went over and pushed the door in (luckily she had managed to unlock it). That bathroom door opens into the stall and there wasn't enough leverage on the latch for her to pull it open. I realized later that you have to pull the top of the door in order for it to open which she must not have been able to reach. I have no idea how long she was actually in there. I think it might have been awhile though because after I let her out there was an old man waiting very close to the entrance looking anxious (whom I'd seen going in, but hadn't thought much about).

Moral of the story, folks? Being nosey in the bathroom might just make someone's day. :]

Choice

So I had this experience last night that I thought was a great metaphor for how I've been experiencing campaign season. I was out to dinner with some friends and two of them started to talk politics while I colored (to defend myself a little bit I should probably add that it was for charity and I was giving a shout out to my Bruins). It made me realize that I've had my head in the clouds for a bit. Sort of paying attention to the major headlines (thank you Perez Hilton), but not really getting down to the nitty gritty.

Awhile back, I tried to figure out the differences between Obama and Clinton by making my way through their websites. It was all kinds of difficult to distinguish between the two of them and I wondered how I would make a decision that was any more informed than just my gutt feelings about each of them.

I think part of the reason that I avoid all the political rants is that it's hard for me to wade through all the slurs and mud slinging to see the issues. I hate semantics!!!! Just give me your platform clear and simple and let me make a decision based on what your goals are after getting into office. I'm annoyed at what I see to be cheap ploys aimed at winning my support. It feels to me like we are back in high school and it's ASB election season. Whoever comes up with catchiest slogan or is the "coolest" gets the win regardless of what their plans are for change.

All that leads me to now. I'm at a place where I want to throw my support behind a candidate, but really want to understand what each hopes to accomplish if elected. I find myself leaning towards the left, but feel like I need more information before being able to firmly commit.

I guess I'm hoping to catch some of the passion and zeal that I see friends displaying for their candidate of choice. Now, it's just figuring out my choice....

The Latin Sensation sweeping the nation....

Zumba!

So, my friend Michelle and I tried to make a class last time I was out in Cali, but when we showed up at the studio it was canceled. A boo!

The sensation has hit the midwest as the Tech Rec Center is offering classes twice a week. I made it out to one tonight and had a blast.

It's the little things that make me happy: booty shaking and pelvic thrusts to name just a few.

I've got some great Zumba Karma going too since the classes are offered on the two evenings when I'm actually available to take them.

I'll have my latin moves ready to hit the clubs in no time. :]